Sandy DeVito. I'm a writer.
I promise I'm not gone forever. I'm writing something. I'm writing something for the first time in forever (literally maybe a decade or more) that isn't a movie review or a piece about movies or a tweet, and it's the greatest fucking feeling in the world. I thought maybe I was broken, that my ability to write fiction had died somewhere along the road to now, and I wouldn't ever be able to do the thing I want to do…
I guess we're supposed to empathize with Tony (John Travolta) in this story but I just wanted it to be about Stephanie (Karen Lynn Gorney). The men in this film treat the women abominably and all I have to say is, if you think Tony has it bad, I guess you need to watch this again and pay attention to what the women deal with, even the women who are offscreen who we only hear about in passing, like Bobby…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
A preface to my review (please read this, thanks): at the beginning and the end of the screener I attended, my fellow critics and I were read a statement by Villenueve (at the beginning) and a list (at the end) of things he requested we not discuss in our reviews about the innerworkings of this film, namely, virtually every major plot point. If I recall correctly, his reasoning was he wished all moviegoers to see this organically, without knowing the…